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Looks like by the second half of the season, both the actors and the writers are settling comfortably into the characters. The dialogue seems really natural.
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[Spaceship Zero] Q-Ship (actually updated 19 May 2007)
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Plane Sailing
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Had they given any consideration to the possibility of getting the builder bots to build more builder bots? They could ramp up production quite quickly that way 
Spatzimaus
First Post
Plane Sailing said:
I don't think they had the prop budget for that, since you'd have to have a different person controlling each bot. Considering how often they re-used sets, I was surprised they put as much detail into such a background character in the first place. I guess it made sense once they put Archie's head on that bot, but I was always under the impression that that wasn't intended when they first put the builderbots on the show.
Growing up, I SO wanted to be Gustav and build a robot like Archie. Man, was it disappointing to find out it was only a TV show.
arwink
Clockwork Golem
Spatzimaus said:
Tell me about it. You make one innocent comment to the director about a possible addition to the show, and suddenly you have the prop department jumping down your throat about the cost of running those little machines. You've never seen someone get so angry about having to stock a few extra double D batteries.
Capellan
Explorer
"Total Escape" - Part 2
"We friends." S'Ondra calls out to her fellow Venusians, using the primitive syntax she learned in the crew's previous visit to the planet. Stooping, she picks up one of the roasting ganark and proffers it toward the darkness, "Come. Warm. Food."
Slowly, bedraggled and dirty Venusians start to appear on the edge of the fire's light. They gaze at the four space travellers with wide eyes, clustering together as if for protection. Waifishly thin children stare longingly at the food, but are held back by the adults, who are obviously unsure of the strangers' peaceful intentions.
Slowly, the Princess inches toward the Venusians, her hand outstretched with the food. Seeing them shy away, she places the ganark on a flat stone, then moves backwards, giving them plenty of room.
Tentatively, one of the older males comes forward and takes the food. He sniffs it critically, then takes a small bite. When he doesn't immediately choke and die, he edges back toward his companions and tears the ganark into pieces, handing it out to the children.
This seems to act as a signal that all is well. The Venusians crowd forward, drawing nearer the warmth and light of the fire, while Fury - trying to hide his relief - passes out the ganark and sopprik to people who actually seem eager to eat it.
"I know I have it somevhere." Gustav digs around in his bag, dumping all kinds of oddments on the dusty cave floor, "Ah! Here it is!" He produces the makeshift translator he constructed, blows off a piece of lint, and then twiddles a few knobs.
"Why you here?" he asks, his words translated into the contorted consonants of the Venusian tongue.
Several of the Venusians jump, staring fearfully at the stranger and his odd talking box, but one old man speaks up,
"Hide skypeople. Who you?"
"We gods." Fury intercedes calmly, ignoring the scowl he gets from S'Ondra.
"Why gods hide in earth?"
"We earth gods."
The old man nods, as if accepting this logic.
"Earth gods destroy sky people?"
"Love to, old boy, if only someone hadn't removed all the weapons from the Pathfinder." The translation machine chitters confusedly at Fury's complex reply, then does its best to interpret:
"Maybe."
One of the Venusian women peers closely at S'Ondra, brow wrinkled in confusion. Finally, she speaks,
"See you camp! How you here?"
"You see sister." S'Ondra ad libs.
"How sky people capture earth god sister?"
"Uh ..."
"She not captured." Gustav soothes, "She secret scout."
"Nice save, old boy. Couldn't have said it better myself."
"What sky people do?" S'Ondra gets things back on track.
"Catch us. Put in camps. Many caught." The old man shakes his head sadly, then looks proud, "Not we, though. We smart. Come dark place. Sky people not come dark place."
"Dark places safe." One of the other Venusians agrees, nodding vigorously.
"No sky people go dark places." A third concurs.
"We understand." Fury forestalls further belabouring of this plot point.
"We must investigate these camps and free my people!" S'Ondra announces.
"We vill need a plan." Gustav muses, "What do we have on us?"
"Dust." Archie observes, morosely.
"Talking rock!" The Venusians quail back from this strange phenomenon.
"We earth gods." Fury reminds them.
"How far camp?" the Princess asks the old man who seems to be the Venusians' leader.
"Much march." he answers, looking relieved to be talking to a person, rather than a rock. "Whole light and dark time. People in camp strange."
"Strange how?"
"Very stupid." the response brings a snort from Fury, who earns a wicked glare from S'Ondra for his lack of self-control. The old man is oblivious to the interchange as he mimes a shambling, vacant look, "And work all time."
"Drugged, maybe." Fury muses, "To keep them pliant."
"Zat matches with what ze Targ scientists told us." Gustav nods.
"We have to go and help my people." S'Ondra repeats, clearly not interested in why the Targ hold them prisoner, "We can free them and bring them back here, where they will be safe. There's plenty of room - these caves go back for miles."
"The camp is probably going to be heavily guarded." Fury cautions, "We may not be able to help them." Seeing the glint in S'Ondra's eye, he raises a hand, "I'm not saying we won't help them. I'm just saying we need to know more about the situation before we try anything. If we go in half-cocked and get caught, we won't be able to help anybody."
"I zought going in half-cocked was your speciality, Captain."
"Princess, can you get the old man to tell you everything he knows about the camp, and how to get there?" Fury doesn't miss a beat, "I'll start collecting supplies. It sounds like we have a long journey ahead of us. Doc, you and Archie should seal up the ship and make sure the builder-bot knows not to let anyone else aboard."
As the crew springs into action, the camera sweeps away from the glowing fire, and into the blackness that consumes the rest of the cave. Then it rises up, out of the cave mouth and into the sky, and we see that it is after dark. Silvery stars glimmer in the purple-tinged Venusian night as S'Ondra leads the way out into the jungle.
"According to the old man, his group came along a ridge-line to get here. We follow that until we reach a river, then head upriver." the Princess expositions, "That'll bring us to some hills. The camp is on the other side of the range."
"How long did it take zem to do all this?"
"A day and a night, but they had children to slow them down." S'Ondra replies, "We should be able to reach the camp by first light."
"The Doc's not as young as he once was." Fury cautions, pitching his voice low.
"I vill be fine, Captain." Evidently there's nothing wrong with Gustav's hearing. "Archie, how is your new body dealing with ze terrain?"
"Everything is functioning perfectly." Archie scuttles across the ground, body bouncing a bit as he crosses some bumpy terrain. "Though I would much prefer to be on a less-dirty planet."
The four interplanar travellers set out across the alien Venusian landscape. The jungle is filled with strange and jagged shapes: palm-like trees with razor-sharp leaves, spike-studded cacti, and tangles of thorn-covered vines.
"Good grief." Fury steps cautiously around one of the bloated cacti, "Is there anything on this planet that isn't covered in spikey bits?"
S'Ondra thinks about it.
"Not really."
"Venusian fauna and flora is quite fascinating." Gustav offers enthusiastically, "It was while I was studying zese things zat S'Ondra came into my care. Zat cactus not only has spines, Captain Fry, but its flesh is also extremely sweet and succulent -"
"Really?" Fury looks hungry.
"- it is, unfortunately, also highly toxic."
The journey continues, the crew of the Pathfinder tramping through a series of tangled, purple-lit scenes. They clamber long inclines, scramble down slopes, and splash across small streams. Finally, Fury moves up beside S'Ondra.
"Are you sure about the old man's directions?" he asks, glancing around, "Shouldn't we have reached that river by now? Maybe we should have gone left, at that large rock, earlier."
"It's this way." S'Ondra says, pointing firmly in the direction they have been heading.
"Fine." Fury raises his empty hands in a show of placation, "This way it is." He strides purposefully forwards, out front of the group, and then suddnely vanishes from sight with a squawk of surprise."
"Captain!" three voices exclaim as one. Gustav starts to rush forward, but S'Ondra holds him back.
"Careful. There's a cliff-edge, just ahead." the Princess edges forward and peers over the edge, her father just behind her. "Captain, are you alright?"
"Just peachy." Fury's voice floats up from the darkness, and then we see him, clinging to the crumbling earthen wall of a cliff. "I've always wanted to try abseiling, though I hear it works better if you've got a rope."
"Look on ze bright side, Captain." Gustav points downwards. Hundreds of feet below Fury, foaming white water can dimly be seen crashing against a series of jagged rocks. "You've found ze river."
NB: if you're not a player in this game, head over here and participate in some future story hour fun. The players, of course, should stay the heck out.
"We friends." S'Ondra calls out to her fellow Venusians, using the primitive syntax she learned in the crew's previous visit to the planet. Stooping, she picks up one of the roasting ganark and proffers it toward the darkness, "Come. Warm. Food."
Slowly, bedraggled and dirty Venusians start to appear on the edge of the fire's light. They gaze at the four space travellers with wide eyes, clustering together as if for protection. Waifishly thin children stare longingly at the food, but are held back by the adults, who are obviously unsure of the strangers' peaceful intentions.
Slowly, the Princess inches toward the Venusians, her hand outstretched with the food. Seeing them shy away, she places the ganark on a flat stone, then moves backwards, giving them plenty of room.
Tentatively, one of the older males comes forward and takes the food. He sniffs it critically, then takes a small bite. When he doesn't immediately choke and die, he edges back toward his companions and tears the ganark into pieces, handing it out to the children.
This seems to act as a signal that all is well. The Venusians crowd forward, drawing nearer the warmth and light of the fire, while Fury - trying to hide his relief - passes out the ganark and sopprik to people who actually seem eager to eat it.
"I know I have it somevhere." Gustav digs around in his bag, dumping all kinds of oddments on the dusty cave floor, "Ah! Here it is!" He produces the makeshift translator he constructed, blows off a piece of lint, and then twiddles a few knobs.
"Why you here?" he asks, his words translated into the contorted consonants of the Venusian tongue.
Several of the Venusians jump, staring fearfully at the stranger and his odd talking box, but one old man speaks up,
"Hide skypeople. Who you?"
"We gods." Fury intercedes calmly, ignoring the scowl he gets from S'Ondra.
"Why gods hide in earth?"
"We earth gods."
The old man nods, as if accepting this logic.
"Earth gods destroy sky people?"
"Love to, old boy, if only someone hadn't removed all the weapons from the Pathfinder." The translation machine chitters confusedly at Fury's complex reply, then does its best to interpret:
"Maybe."
One of the Venusian women peers closely at S'Ondra, brow wrinkled in confusion. Finally, she speaks,
"See you camp! How you here?"
"You see sister." S'Ondra ad libs.
"How sky people capture earth god sister?"
"Uh ..."
"She not captured." Gustav soothes, "She secret scout."
"Nice save, old boy. Couldn't have said it better myself."
"What sky people do?" S'Ondra gets things back on track.
"Catch us. Put in camps. Many caught." The old man shakes his head sadly, then looks proud, "Not we, though. We smart. Come dark place. Sky people not come dark place."
"Dark places safe." One of the other Venusians agrees, nodding vigorously.
"No sky people go dark places." A third concurs.
"We understand." Fury forestalls further belabouring of this plot point.
"We must investigate these camps and free my people!" S'Ondra announces.
"We vill need a plan." Gustav muses, "What do we have on us?"
"Dust." Archie observes, morosely.
"Talking rock!" The Venusians quail back from this strange phenomenon.
"We earth gods." Fury reminds them.
"How far camp?" the Princess asks the old man who seems to be the Venusians' leader.
"Much march." he answers, looking relieved to be talking to a person, rather than a rock. "Whole light and dark time. People in camp strange."
"Strange how?"
"Very stupid." the response brings a snort from Fury, who earns a wicked glare from S'Ondra for his lack of self-control. The old man is oblivious to the interchange as he mimes a shambling, vacant look, "And work all time."
"Drugged, maybe." Fury muses, "To keep them pliant."
"Zat matches with what ze Targ scientists told us." Gustav nods.
"We have to go and help my people." S'Ondra repeats, clearly not interested in why the Targ hold them prisoner, "We can free them and bring them back here, where they will be safe. There's plenty of room - these caves go back for miles."
"The camp is probably going to be heavily guarded." Fury cautions, "We may not be able to help them." Seeing the glint in S'Ondra's eye, he raises a hand, "I'm not saying we won't help them. I'm just saying we need to know more about the situation before we try anything. If we go in half-cocked and get caught, we won't be able to help anybody."
"I zought going in half-cocked was your speciality, Captain."
"Princess, can you get the old man to tell you everything he knows about the camp, and how to get there?" Fury doesn't miss a beat, "I'll start collecting supplies. It sounds like we have a long journey ahead of us. Doc, you and Archie should seal up the ship and make sure the builder-bot knows not to let anyone else aboard."
As the crew springs into action, the camera sweeps away from the glowing fire, and into the blackness that consumes the rest of the cave. Then it rises up, out of the cave mouth and into the sky, and we see that it is after dark. Silvery stars glimmer in the purple-tinged Venusian night as S'Ondra leads the way out into the jungle.
"According to the old man, his group came along a ridge-line to get here. We follow that until we reach a river, then head upriver." the Princess expositions, "That'll bring us to some hills. The camp is on the other side of the range."
"How long did it take zem to do all this?"
"A day and a night, but they had children to slow them down." S'Ondra replies, "We should be able to reach the camp by first light."
"The Doc's not as young as he once was." Fury cautions, pitching his voice low.
"I vill be fine, Captain." Evidently there's nothing wrong with Gustav's hearing. "Archie, how is your new body dealing with ze terrain?"
"Everything is functioning perfectly." Archie scuttles across the ground, body bouncing a bit as he crosses some bumpy terrain. "Though I would much prefer to be on a less-dirty planet."
The four interplanar travellers set out across the alien Venusian landscape. The jungle is filled with strange and jagged shapes: palm-like trees with razor-sharp leaves, spike-studded cacti, and tangles of thorn-covered vines.
"Good grief." Fury steps cautiously around one of the bloated cacti, "Is there anything on this planet that isn't covered in spikey bits?"
S'Ondra thinks about it.
"Not really."
"Venusian fauna and flora is quite fascinating." Gustav offers enthusiastically, "It was while I was studying zese things zat S'Ondra came into my care. Zat cactus not only has spines, Captain Fry, but its flesh is also extremely sweet and succulent -"
"Really?" Fury looks hungry.
"- it is, unfortunately, also highly toxic."
The journey continues, the crew of the Pathfinder tramping through a series of tangled, purple-lit scenes. They clamber long inclines, scramble down slopes, and splash across small streams. Finally, Fury moves up beside S'Ondra.
"Are you sure about the old man's directions?" he asks, glancing around, "Shouldn't we have reached that river by now? Maybe we should have gone left, at that large rock, earlier."
"It's this way." S'Ondra says, pointing firmly in the direction they have been heading.
"Fine." Fury raises his empty hands in a show of placation, "This way it is." He strides purposefully forwards, out front of the group, and then suddnely vanishes from sight with a squawk of surprise."
"Captain!" three voices exclaim as one. Gustav starts to rush forward, but S'Ondra holds him back.
"Careful. There's a cliff-edge, just ahead." the Princess edges forward and peers over the edge, her father just behind her. "Captain, are you alright?"
"Just peachy." Fury's voice floats up from the darkness, and then we see him, clinging to the crumbling earthen wall of a cliff. "I've always wanted to try abseiling, though I hear it works better if you've got a rope."
"Look on ze bright side, Captain." Gustav points downwards. Hundreds of feet below Fury, foaming white water can dimly be seen crashing against a series of jagged rocks. "You've found ze river."
NB: if you're not a player in this game, head over here and participate in some future story hour fun. The players, of course, should stay the heck out.
the Jester
Legend
Man, gotta love the Q-Ship!
I tell you, looking back on it, the sense of continuity was pretty incredible compared to most tv on when I was a kid.
I tell you, looking back on it, the sense of continuity was pretty incredible compared to most tv on when I was a kid.
Capellan
Explorer
"Total Escape" - Part 3
"That's great, Doc. I'll clap with glee as soon as I'm done dangling from this precipice."
"I vill get a vine and we will pull you up." Gustav begins searching through the undergrowth for a suitable article of vegetation, discarding several due to their razor-sharp thorns or extrusions of poisonous sap. Finally he exclaims in excitement and grasps a sturdy but apparently non-lethal vine in both hands. "Ve vill have you rescued in just a moment, Captain!"
The Doctor strains valiantly, what passes for his muscles bulging with the effort, but the vine shows no sign of budging until S'Ondra appears at his side and gives it a mighty heave. Then, with a sound of tearing vegetation and a shower of reddish dirt, the vine comes free.
Quickly, foster-father and daughter return to the edge of the cliff, and S'Ondra casts the vine down to Fury. The camera, however, lingers on the clump of vegetation from which the vine was dragged. Slowly, the mound begins to swell and stir, something rising out of it.
"Here, Captain!" S'Ondra calls, leaning forward over the ledge in what will become the most video-captured moment of the DVD.
Fury grabs the vine as it flails beside his hand, then slowly clambers back up the cliff, shirt tearing against the jagged rocky outcroppings. As he hauls himself over the ledge, we see his eyes widen in shock. An immediate switch to a point of view shot reveals what he has seen: a huge plant-monster, easily eight feet tall, looms behind the group, its massive tulip-like head wobbling back and forth as it stalks toward them.
Sensing Fury's alarm, Archie spins in place. Lights flash in his transplanted brain as he analyses the threat.
"Doctor, I think we should postpone discussing how interesting this creature is until it is dead."
The robot's words signal the start of the battle, and S'Ondra immediately rushes to the fray, stabbing the creature twice with her heat lance. Sticky white sap sprays from the wounds, spattering on her face like something that probably should have been censored.
The creature staggers from the assault, flailing pathetically as Fury and Gustav redouble its woes by striking it with fists and wrench respectively. It is left to Archie to put it out of its misery, however: a short-range laser beam scythes out of the builder-bot's nose, cutting into the monster and sending it crashing to the ground.
"What's the matter, Princess?" Fury notices a frown on S'Ondra's face. "Don't tell me that's just the baby and the mother-monster's going to be along any second?"
The Princess shakes her head,
"I thought I heard thunder." As she speaks, a distant rumble confirms her words.
Fury shrugs,
"A little water never hurt anybody."
S'Ondra and Gustav exchange a look. Fury sighs,
"Venusian rain isn't water, is it?"
"Of course it is!" the Princess denies, hotly. "Mostly."
"Ze water has a high concentration of certain molecular acids." Gustav explains as a much closer rumble of thunder shakes the set, "It is not harmful to natural materials, but wiz certain synthetic fabrics, zere is a more noticeable chemical reaction."
"What sort of 'chemical reaction'?"
Rain pours from the heavens in answer. Immediately, steam begins to rise from the clothing worn by Fury, S'Ondra and the Doctor.
"Zey dissolve."
The group struggles on through the night, slipping and sliding in the muddy conditions as their clothes are eaten away, until only a few scanty scraps of cloth are left in strategic locations. By the time the rain ends and the sky lightens with the dawn, the three flesh-and-blood members of the crew are covered in dirt and grime and strange Venusian goop, and clad only in rags.
The resemblance they now bear to typical savage Venusians is quite uncanny, not to mention narratively convenient.
Archie, completely unaffected by the night's downpour and better equipped to handle the muddy conditions, is the first to crest the ridge that overlooks the Targ Camp. He immediately comes to a halt, then scurries back down the slope to alert his struggling companions.
"The camp is just ahead." He announces, lights flashing worriedly. "As we have now reached our destination, I must once more request that you immediately conduct a level four cleansing operation. Your current level of cleanliness contravenes eight hundred and eleven of my programming parameters."
"How 'bout it, Princess?" Fury flops down in the dirt - prompting another squawk of horror from Archie - and peers over the ridge at the camp, "I'll scrub your back, if you like."
"I'd prefer to stay dirty."
"I vould be happy to let you scrub mine, Captain."
And so are a thousand slash-fics launched.
We switch to a view of the Targ Camp. It is a large encampment, perhaps eight hundred yards long and five hundred wide, and is clearly a left-over set from a World War Two prisoner of war show, with a couple of science-fiction widgets added to the mix. Two barbed-wire fences ring the camp, which is watched over by five towers. Each tower mounts a pair of large searchlights.
Within the fences are three prisoner barracks, a guard barracks with parade ground, and two other buildings. The first is a huge, corrugated iron warehouse, while the second is emblazoned with many Trag symbols, and seems to be the centre of a great deal of activity. A clump of Venusian children are herded out of it, then a second clump are herded in, followed a few minutes later by a single adult Venusian, prodded at gunpoint by two Targ guards.
"Okay. We've found the place." Fury glances at the others, "Now what?"
"That's great, Doc. I'll clap with glee as soon as I'm done dangling from this precipice."
"I vill get a vine and we will pull you up." Gustav begins searching through the undergrowth for a suitable article of vegetation, discarding several due to their razor-sharp thorns or extrusions of poisonous sap. Finally he exclaims in excitement and grasps a sturdy but apparently non-lethal vine in both hands. "Ve vill have you rescued in just a moment, Captain!"
The Doctor strains valiantly, what passes for his muscles bulging with the effort, but the vine shows no sign of budging until S'Ondra appears at his side and gives it a mighty heave. Then, with a sound of tearing vegetation and a shower of reddish dirt, the vine comes free.
Quickly, foster-father and daughter return to the edge of the cliff, and S'Ondra casts the vine down to Fury. The camera, however, lingers on the clump of vegetation from which the vine was dragged. Slowly, the mound begins to swell and stir, something rising out of it.
"Here, Captain!" S'Ondra calls, leaning forward over the ledge in what will become the most video-captured moment of the DVD.
Fury grabs the vine as it flails beside his hand, then slowly clambers back up the cliff, shirt tearing against the jagged rocky outcroppings. As he hauls himself over the ledge, we see his eyes widen in shock. An immediate switch to a point of view shot reveals what he has seen: a huge plant-monster, easily eight feet tall, looms behind the group, its massive tulip-like head wobbling back and forth as it stalks toward them.
Sensing Fury's alarm, Archie spins in place. Lights flash in his transplanted brain as he analyses the threat.
"Doctor, I think we should postpone discussing how interesting this creature is until it is dead."
The robot's words signal the start of the battle, and S'Ondra immediately rushes to the fray, stabbing the creature twice with her heat lance. Sticky white sap sprays from the wounds, spattering on her face like something that probably should have been censored.
The creature staggers from the assault, flailing pathetically as Fury and Gustav redouble its woes by striking it with fists and wrench respectively. It is left to Archie to put it out of its misery, however: a short-range laser beam scythes out of the builder-bot's nose, cutting into the monster and sending it crashing to the ground.
"What's the matter, Princess?" Fury notices a frown on S'Ondra's face. "Don't tell me that's just the baby and the mother-monster's going to be along any second?"
The Princess shakes her head,
"I thought I heard thunder." As she speaks, a distant rumble confirms her words.
Fury shrugs,
"A little water never hurt anybody."
S'Ondra and Gustav exchange a look. Fury sighs,
"Venusian rain isn't water, is it?"
"Of course it is!" the Princess denies, hotly. "Mostly."
"Ze water has a high concentration of certain molecular acids." Gustav explains as a much closer rumble of thunder shakes the set, "It is not harmful to natural materials, but wiz certain synthetic fabrics, zere is a more noticeable chemical reaction."
"What sort of 'chemical reaction'?"
Rain pours from the heavens in answer. Immediately, steam begins to rise from the clothing worn by Fury, S'Ondra and the Doctor.
"Zey dissolve."
The group struggles on through the night, slipping and sliding in the muddy conditions as their clothes are eaten away, until only a few scanty scraps of cloth are left in strategic locations. By the time the rain ends and the sky lightens with the dawn, the three flesh-and-blood members of the crew are covered in dirt and grime and strange Venusian goop, and clad only in rags.
The resemblance they now bear to typical savage Venusians is quite uncanny, not to mention narratively convenient.
Archie, completely unaffected by the night's downpour and better equipped to handle the muddy conditions, is the first to crest the ridge that overlooks the Targ Camp. He immediately comes to a halt, then scurries back down the slope to alert his struggling companions.
"The camp is just ahead." He announces, lights flashing worriedly. "As we have now reached our destination, I must once more request that you immediately conduct a level four cleansing operation. Your current level of cleanliness contravenes eight hundred and eleven of my programming parameters."
"How 'bout it, Princess?" Fury flops down in the dirt - prompting another squawk of horror from Archie - and peers over the ridge at the camp, "I'll scrub your back, if you like."
"I'd prefer to stay dirty."
"I vould be happy to let you scrub mine, Captain."
And so are a thousand slash-fics launched.
We switch to a view of the Targ Camp. It is a large encampment, perhaps eight hundred yards long and five hundred wide, and is clearly a left-over set from a World War Two prisoner of war show, with a couple of science-fiction widgets added to the mix. Two barbed-wire fences ring the camp, which is watched over by five towers. Each tower mounts a pair of large searchlights.
Within the fences are three prisoner barracks, a guard barracks with parade ground, and two other buildings. The first is a huge, corrugated iron warehouse, while the second is emblazoned with many Trag symbols, and seems to be the centre of a great deal of activity. A clump of Venusian children are herded out of it, then a second clump are herded in, followed a few minutes later by a single adult Venusian, prodded at gunpoint by two Targ guards.
"Okay. We've found the place." Fury glances at the others, "Now what?"
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